Atop the square-like vessel of the Cardinal Royal Spirit Race.
Two purple blue suits of armors were standing close to each other as Runic lines were inscribed all over them that essence was coursing through endlessly at this moment. These two suits housed 2 of the hundreds of Seventh Firmament Spirits on this vessel who stood being Eighth Firmament Generals and their Ninth Firmament Commanders, but they were actively talking to each other while ignoring many things around them!
"Professor Craven, do you remember when I set off to look for this very same Blacklister after I heard he killed the Gazer?"
The melodious voice of the Spirit Race rang out as the suit of armor near it pulsed with light- the Spirit within replying coldly.
"And I dissuaded you from going, Professor Anity. You could have instead been increasing your level of Technomancy and forging more Techno Relics. Luckily, you were too stupid to find him, otherwise you would be dead right now."
